Saturday, December 23, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Das Opium des Volkes
“Religious suffering is, at one and the same time, the expression of real suffering and a protest against real suffering. Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.”
- Considerable superficial charm and average or above average intelligence
- Unreliability, disregard for obligations no sense of responsibility, in matters of little and great import
- Untruthfulness and insincerity
- Poor judgment and failure to learn from experience
- Pathological egocentricity. Total self-centeredness incapacity for real love
- General poverty ot deep and lasting emotions
- Lack of any true insight, inability to see oneself as others do
- A complete lack of conscience
Hervey M. Cleckley’s psychopathy checklist
Psychopaths rule our world
by the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe
Signs of the Times
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
29% of the world? Exhausted already...
The fact is depressing as such, since the realization of having something less than 30 years left is somehow shocking (just thinking that my mortgage runs through half of my remaining time, I get really pissed).
So, what have I done during my 56% of consumed time? Well… I lived in four countries and visited 62 more… This is the 29% of the official UN country list! Not that bad, considering that most people on this planet check in and out without ever leaving the borders of their home country.
Being ungrateful and greedy enough, I’d say that should I wished to see the rest of my planet before I die, I’d have to visit another 162 countries and territories in the next 30 years; this is more than 5 of them annually.
Gimme a break! I’m exhausted already man…
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Liars by birth
How on earth did I come here at the end of Europe? “Here where the land ends and the ocean begins” as the Portuguese poet had said. What the hell… Life is an adventurous game. I guess I couldn’t have imagined myself over here a year ago. But, then again, a year ago I hadn’t met Luis...
Humidity kills me. My shirt swims in sweat and 35º C don’t make it any easier. It is 10 pm already and the fishermen don’t seem tired. I should get going in a while. I should buy my first local smokes and walk back home. Without television set and kitchen table. They told me that they’ll ring me tomorrow early in the morning for the interview. I’d better go to sleep at once, while Tagus is still floating outside my bedroom window.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
There was silence but Miguel did stand up and sit on my lap facing me. Boy, that felt good... Since he was also drunk he fell into the kiss quickly, and we kissed for so long that I felt like years were passing by. It was so full of energy, so intense, I just fell out of the world. And at the time when we kissed, Guillermo came back home and saw us kissing.
"Well, looks like we have gotten that far so to see at least." Guillermo just had to mention that with a 'by the way' voice.
I didn't hear him quite good cause I was more focused on the kiss, but from the background I did faintly hear noises. The kiss wasn't still broken, we kissed on, and I was like sliding away with him from there into the air. I felt like I was floating. Once we broke the kiss he sat down next to me, with him putting his head on my shoulder, and stayed like that for as long as we had time.
Soon, I lit a cigarette... for a while of smoking Miguel took the cigarette and made a few inhales too, yet then came the bad part, I always forget that if I drink too much and then have a smoke too, at a bad time, then I throw up... The worst part is that I did it on Miguel’s jeans.
Capaz de cualquier cosa
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Luis, have you met Anna? his mother asked with enthusiasm as soon as I finished the story.
Luis was saddened. It was the first time in his life he was listening about this “Anna” and he was speechless with my comfortable ability to create a human being out of nothing. Just in three minutes, I had given her flesh and bones, I had transferred her from Athens to Lisbon, I sat her at the Cardoso family’s living room, where she happily joined us all for coffee, I dressed her smartly and gave her a fancy hairdo and a shining smile; I was tenderly holding her hand and looking deep into her eyes.
Anna was here, among us, more lively and real than anyone else. And Mrs Cardoso adored her. She wanted to hold her in her arms, kiss her, tell her how beautiful she was and invite her out for tea in Rua Augusta. In Anna’s face she could see the bride that one day Luis would bring home, when he was certain that this was the woman who would give his old parents grandchildren. Anna of my imagination suddenly became Luis’ and everyone else’s Anna. Of course he had met her...
Yes, mother, I’ve met her. She’s a terrific girl, he said.
Mrs Cardoso smiled and so did Mr Cardoso and me. Even Anna smiled. It was a lovely Sunday afternoon at the flat of the parents of my best friend in Portugal…